After Ye Xingchen took the parchment scroll, he seemed to trigger some kind of restriction, causing the original stone chamber environment to instantly transform into a great hall. The glowing lines even outlined projection-like scenes.
The male sitting on the throne and the female sitting beside him looked extremely similar to Ye Xingchen and Xie Lingyao from every angle.
Very mystical, very eerie!
“What’s going on…”
Ye Xingchen, standing within the projection, also gradually showed a dazed expression on his face.
Me!
Why am I appearing here?
Could it be, like the earlier situation, I’ve returned to the past in a dream?
Impossible!
Ye Xingchen immediately rejected this in his heart.
The reason was simple—this body was molded by the Demon Ancestor and absolutely could not have existed in the past.
As for his previous life’s appearance, forget whether he remembered it clearly or not—there definitely hadn’t been any scene like this with crowds bowing in worship!
If not the past, then could it be…
“The future?”
Thinking this, Ye Xingchen’s gaze filled with fury.
He could accept people bowing to him in the future, but he couldn’t accept Xie Lingyao, whom he’d just met not long ago, sitting beside him. Judging by her attire and proximity, it was as if she were…
“Greetings to the Night King!”
“Greetings to the Night Consort!”
The worshipping martial artists shouted again, confirming Ye Xingchen’s speculation.
“Ah?”
Xie Lingyao gasped, covering her mouth.
Mr. Pei was the Night King, and she was the Night Consort—did this mean they had gotten married?
She had originally come to search for treasure, but seeing such a scene, even having experienced great storms and waves, she couldn’t quite adapt.
“Swoosh!”
Just then, the projection suddenly underwent a huge change.
The kneeling crowd gradually disappeared, the great hall was replaced by a back garden scene, and the throne transformed into a unique stone pavilion.
The Night King sat on a long bench with the Night Consort gently leaning in his embrace, the two like lovers in the throes of romance.
This display of affection came rather unexpectedly.
“Xingchen.”
After a moment, the Night Consort shyly whispered, “I… I’m pregnant.”
“Boy or girl?” The Night King blurted out.
The Night Consort lightly tapped his chest with her small fist, pouting, “I’ve only been pregnant for two months—we can’t tell the gender yet.”
“Oh right, of course!”
The Night King’s reaction arc seemed a bit too long. Only then did he excitedly lift her up, saying, “I’m going to be a father!”
“…”
Ye Xingchen, like an audience member, watched this scene with an increasingly dark expression.
I actually married this woman, actually… even have a child already. Could this be what will happen in the future?
“Swoosh!”
Just then, the projection changed again.
This time the scene was still in the great hall, but there was only the Night King and a figure with his back to the camera. The ever-present Night Consort was absent, as if unwilling to continue force-feeding dog food to readers who were single.
“Junior Brother Ye, congratulations!”
The man with his back to the camera cupped his fists.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xingchen’s expression gradually stiffened. He quickly walked forward a few steps and gradually made out the person’s appearance, blurting out, “Xiao Zuiji!”
Indeed.
Judging solely by appearance, this person looked extremely similar to the Eternal Sect’s number one meat tank disciple. The slight difference was that his temperament was more mature, and the muscles exposed outside seemed to contain infinite power.
“The Sect Master he…”
The Night King paused, saying with difficulty, “Has he forgiven me?”
Xiao Zuiji said, “Junior Brother’s departure dealt the Sect Master a great blow. It took him several hundred years to recover. Today he sent me here to wish you and Junior Sister-in-law a long and happy life together with many descendants.”
“Leaving the sect for a woman—yet the Sect Master can still forgive me. This only makes me feel more guilty.” The Night King said sorrowfully.
“Junior Brother need not feel guilty.”
Xiao Zuiji consoled, “The Sect Master often says that all beings walk different paths. Every time we pass a crossroads, we must make our own choices—others find it difficult to interfere.”
“Sigh.”
The Night King let out a long sigh, the guilt and self-reproach on his face growing even stronger.
“Junior Brother Ye.”
Xiao Zuiji said, “The Twelfth Universal Holy War is about to begin. Are you interested in accompanying Senior Brother to fight heaven and earth overturning battles once more!”
“Universal Holy War?”
The Night King’s gaze filled with memories, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he said, “A nostalgic event.”
“Does Junior Brother plan to participate?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent! If the Sect Master learns of this, he will surely be very gratified.”
The conversation between the two was heard in full by Ye Xingchen’s body, his facial expression extremely colorful.
These projections, assuming they occurred in the future, showed him leaving the sect for a woman—this was simply… too absurd!
“Um…”
Xie Lingyao weakly said, “Isn’t your surname Pei? Why does he call you Junior Brother Ye?”
“None of your business!”
Ye Xingchen’s state of mind grew increasingly chaotic, looking exactly like someone flustered with embarrassment.
“Swoosh!”
Just then, the projection scene changed again. The Night King stood outside a tightly closed bedchamber, anxiously pacing back and forth. From inside occasionally came the anguished cries of a woman in labor.
“Wah wah wah—”
Before long, a baby’s cries broke through the silent night.
“It’s born!”
The Night King was overcome with excitement. “I’m a father!”
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